chapter 4:
Chucky rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He started to think of revenge on Freddy. He thought real good about it and grinned an evil grin. He got out of his bed and ran quietly down the stairs. He walked over to a hall closet. He grabbed some thin rope and quietly ran back up the stairs. He tied both ends of the rope to the banisters of the stairs. Then he walked down the stairs and into one of the bathrooms. He opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed the Ex-Lax and quietly ran into the kitchen. He made a pot of coffee and started to make breakfast. He cooked bacon, eggs and toast. When the coffee was done, he poured coffee in five cups and added the Ex-Lax to one of the cups of coffee. He set the cups of coffee on the table. He walked over to the hall closet and took out a can of black paint. He loosened the top of the can of paint and put it on the shelf, making sure it would fall when Freddy opens the closet door. He walked in the kitchen and finished cooking breakfast.
About ten minutes later, Chucky heard someone falling down the stairs. He ran over to the stairs and found Candyman lying on the floor.
"What the fuck did I trip over?" Candyman asked, getting up from the floor.
"Your own fucking two feet, that's what." Chucky lied, walking up the stairs.
Candyman ignored Chucky and walked into a bathroom to take a shower. Chucky untied the rope off of the banisters. Jason, Leprechaun and Crypt Keeper ran over to the top of the stairs.
"What was that noise?" Crypt Keeper asked.
"Candyman fell down the fucking stairs." Chucky said, walking down the stairs.
All four walked into the kitchen.
"You made breakfast?" Crypt Keeper asked.
"Yeah, I know you always make breakfast for us since, you can't eat but I was up early and had nothing else better to do." Chucky said, placing the cooked food on plates and handing them to Jason, and Leprechaun.
"So, where's Freddy?" Chucky asked, sitting down in a seat at the table.
"He's still sleeping." Leprechaun said, eating his bacon.
Chucky got up from his seat and walked into the other bathroom. When he was done using it he walked back in the kitchen. He saw Leprechaun drinking the coffee with the Ex-Lax in it. Chucky ran over to him and pulled the coffee away but it was too late, he already drank it all.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Leprechaun asked, pushing Chucky away.
Chucky sighed.
"Nothing, I drank from that cup and I didn't want you to get my germs." Chucky lied, sitting back down in his seat.
Chucky started to eat his breakfast and think of a new way to get back at Freddy. They sat at the table in silence. Chucky remembered he still has his itching powder in his room. Chucky finished his breakfast, put his plate and cup in the sink and ran into his room. He grabbed the itching powder from his closet and walked in the kitchen. Candyman was dressed and eating at the table but no sign of Freddy. Chucky hid the itching powder in a kitchen cupboard and waited for Freddy. Crypt Keeper walked over to the hall closet and opened it. The can of black paint spilled all over him and the can landed on his head. Chucky, Leprechaun, Jason and Candyman heard the noise and ran over to Crypt Keeper. Chucky hit himself on the forehead. Candyman took the bucket of paint off of Crypt Keeper's head.
"Why were you going in the closet?" Chucky asked.
"I was getting the broom, I spilt salt on the floor." Crypt Keeper said, heading to the bathroom, to take a shower.
"I'll clean this mess, and Jason, you clean the salt." Candyman said, handing the broom to Jason.
Candyman started to clean the paint off of the floor and Jason sweeped up the salt off of the kitchen floor. Candyman, Jason, Leprechaun and Chucky sat in the kitchen.
After about five minutes Freddy and Crypt Keeper walked in the kitchen. Freddy grabbed himself some breakfast, a cup of coffee and sat down in a chair at the table. Leprechaun clutched his stomach.
"What's wrong with you?" Crypt Keeper asked.
"I don't feel so good." Leprechaun said, still clutching hi stomach.
"Had too much to eat?" Candyman asked, drinking his coffee.
Leprechaun got up from his seat and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door close behind him. Chucky had to chuckle, even though the Ex-Lax wasn't for him.
"I wouldn't go in there after he's done with it." Freddy said, eating his eggs.
Everyone laughed. Crypt Keeper walked into the living room. Candyman, Jason and Freddy also walked into the living room. Chucky grabbed the itching powder from the cupboard and walked outside to get the newspaper. Chucky shook some of the itching powder onto the newspaper. He walked back in the kitchen and nobody was there. He walked in the living room and they're watching TV. Except for Leprechaun who is still in the bathroom. Chucky hid behind the couch. The back of the couch is facing him, with his friends sitting on it. He shook a little more itching powder on the newspaper. Freddy and Jason are fighting over the remote control. Chucky carefully grabbed Freddy's collar and poured the itching powder down his back. Chucky put the itching powder bottle under the couch. He walked in front of the couch and stopped. It wasn't Freddy's collar he poured the itching powder done, it was Jason's. Jason stopped fighting for the remote control and started to scratch his back. He scratched his back harder. He stood up, walked over to the corner of the wall and scratched his back on that.
"You better not have the chicken pox or poison ivy." Freddy said, smoothing out his sweater.
Jason grabbed his machete and used that as a back scratcher. Chucky grabbed Jason's pant leg and walked him in the empty bathroom.
"Take a shower, wash your back real good, you'll feel much better." Chucky said, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Chucky walked back in the living room and sat on the couch. Crypt Keeper took the newspaper from Chucky and started to read it.
"Freddy, why did you wake up late, today?" Chucky asked, looking right at Freddy.
"Why do you care, did you have a bad dream?" Freddy asked, also looking back at Chucky.
"Yeah, why did you do something?" Chucky asked, looking at Freddy suspiciously.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Freddy said.
"Did you or not?" Chucky asked angrily.
"Yes I did." Freddy said.
"You almost got me fucking killed, asshole!" Chucky yelled.
"Next time you say that, you won't be saying almost." Freddy said.
Chucky just glared at Freddy and decided to plan his revenges more carefully next time.
Chucky rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He started to think of revenge on Freddy. He thought real good about it and grinned an evil grin. He got out of his bed and ran quietly down the stairs. He walked over to a hall closet. He grabbed some thin rope and quietly ran back up the stairs. He tied both ends of the rope to the banisters of the stairs. Then he walked down the stairs and into one of the bathrooms. He opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed the Ex-Lax and quietly ran into the kitchen. He made a pot of coffee and started to make breakfast. He cooked bacon, eggs and toast. When the coffee was done, he poured coffee in five cups and added the Ex-Lax to one of the cups of coffee. He set the cups of coffee on the table. He walked over to the hall closet and took out a can of black paint. He loosened the top of the can of paint and put it on the shelf, making sure it would fall when Freddy opens the closet door. He walked in the kitchen and finished cooking breakfast.
About ten minutes later, Chucky heard someone falling down the stairs. He ran over to the stairs and found Candyman lying on the floor.
"What the fuck did I trip over?" Candyman asked, getting up from the floor.
"Your own fucking two feet, that's what." Chucky lied, walking up the stairs.
Candyman ignored Chucky and walked into a bathroom to take a shower. Chucky untied the rope off of the banisters. Jason, Leprechaun and Crypt Keeper ran over to the top of the stairs.
"What was that noise?" Crypt Keeper asked.
"Candyman fell down the fucking stairs." Chucky said, walking down the stairs.
All four walked into the kitchen.
"You made breakfast?" Crypt Keeper asked.
"Yeah, I know you always make breakfast for us since, you can't eat but I was up early and had nothing else better to do." Chucky said, placing the cooked food on plates and handing them to Jason, and Leprechaun.
"So, where's Freddy?" Chucky asked, sitting down in a seat at the table.
"He's still sleeping." Leprechaun said, eating his bacon.
Chucky got up from his seat and walked into the other bathroom. When he was done using it he walked back in the kitchen. He saw Leprechaun drinking the coffee with the Ex-Lax in it. Chucky ran over to him and pulled the coffee away but it was too late, he already drank it all.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Leprechaun asked, pushing Chucky away.
Chucky sighed.
"Nothing, I drank from that cup and I didn't want you to get my germs." Chucky lied, sitting back down in his seat.
Chucky started to eat his breakfast and think of a new way to get back at Freddy. They sat at the table in silence. Chucky remembered he still has his itching powder in his room. Chucky finished his breakfast, put his plate and cup in the sink and ran into his room. He grabbed the itching powder from his closet and walked in the kitchen. Candyman was dressed and eating at the table but no sign of Freddy. Chucky hid the itching powder in a kitchen cupboard and waited for Freddy. Crypt Keeper walked over to the hall closet and opened it. The can of black paint spilled all over him and the can landed on his head. Chucky, Leprechaun, Jason and Candyman heard the noise and ran over to Crypt Keeper. Chucky hit himself on the forehead. Candyman took the bucket of paint off of Crypt Keeper's head.
"Why were you going in the closet?" Chucky asked.
"I was getting the broom, I spilt salt on the floor." Crypt Keeper said, heading to the bathroom, to take a shower.
"I'll clean this mess, and Jason, you clean the salt." Candyman said, handing the broom to Jason.
Candyman started to clean the paint off of the floor and Jason sweeped up the salt off of the kitchen floor. Candyman, Jason, Leprechaun and Chucky sat in the kitchen.
After about five minutes Freddy and Crypt Keeper walked in the kitchen. Freddy grabbed himself some breakfast, a cup of coffee and sat down in a chair at the table. Leprechaun clutched his stomach.
"What's wrong with you?" Crypt Keeper asked.
"I don't feel so good." Leprechaun said, still clutching hi stomach.
"Had too much to eat?" Candyman asked, drinking his coffee.
Leprechaun got up from his seat and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door close behind him. Chucky had to chuckle, even though the Ex-Lax wasn't for him.
"I wouldn't go in there after he's done with it." Freddy said, eating his eggs.
Everyone laughed. Crypt Keeper walked into the living room. Candyman, Jason and Freddy also walked into the living room. Chucky grabbed the itching powder from the cupboard and walked outside to get the newspaper. Chucky shook some of the itching powder onto the newspaper. He walked back in the kitchen and nobody was there. He walked in the living room and they're watching TV. Except for Leprechaun who is still in the bathroom. Chucky hid behind the couch. The back of the couch is facing him, with his friends sitting on it. He shook a little more itching powder on the newspaper. Freddy and Jason are fighting over the remote control. Chucky carefully grabbed Freddy's collar and poured the itching powder down his back. Chucky put the itching powder bottle under the couch. He walked in front of the couch and stopped. It wasn't Freddy's collar he poured the itching powder done, it was Jason's. Jason stopped fighting for the remote control and started to scratch his back. He scratched his back harder. He stood up, walked over to the corner of the wall and scratched his back on that.
"You better not have the chicken pox or poison ivy." Freddy said, smoothing out his sweater.
Jason grabbed his machete and used that as a back scratcher. Chucky grabbed Jason's pant leg and walked him in the empty bathroom.
"Take a shower, wash your back real good, you'll feel much better." Chucky said, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Chucky walked back in the living room and sat on the couch. Crypt Keeper took the newspaper from Chucky and started to read it.
"Freddy, why did you wake up late, today?" Chucky asked, looking right at Freddy.
"Why do you care, did you have a bad dream?" Freddy asked, also looking back at Chucky.
"Yeah, why did you do something?" Chucky asked, looking at Freddy suspiciously.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Freddy said.
"Did you or not?" Chucky asked angrily.
"Yes I did." Freddy said.
"You almost got me fucking killed, asshole!" Chucky yelled.
"Next time you say that, you won't be saying almost." Freddy said.
Chucky just glared at Freddy and decided to plan his revenges more carefully next time.